The Machine
Poem The slow spinning cycle turns, And the needle quivers its way back To true north. This machine of mediation Weathers the winds and rains Of inevitability On sunny days of serenity Its...
Author: VK Lynne
Burned Down
Poem Dark and murky, seeping under doors and into the soul, the smell that awakens memory, and bittersweet air of loss. Warm and sticky, it curls around the heart and grips her, makes...
By Any Other Name
Poem True, it hadn’t grown a sleek, tall stem. The delicate petals, though vibrant, were easily torn. And thorns…well, who knew they would sprout? Yet it bloomed, against all odds. We furtively watered...
Good Night
Poem It’s a good night to die. The weather is fine, And the battle in my brain will not ever subside, My God, it’s a good night to die. It’s a good night...
In Your Head
Poem …And the eye snapped shut. The lid clamped down, protecting the lens- from a foreign object Blocking the sight- of a familiar object Keeping you safe, and me? Outside of your head....
Cups with Coriander: Affogato
Serial Fiction Story The next day I got up early and went for a run. This was new for me; Cori was the runner. Sleek and stunning, she wore athletic gear the way...
The Sickness
Poem The day starts; she’ll be fine…so much to do. She’ll make a list, but those things can wait until she does such and such. She’s dreading the moment that she’ll be alone....
